Blade Runner
So the question for today...
Is Deckard a replicant?
Are you? 
Am I?
Or are we human?
The film was written with the intention of confusing this quandary.
And well done. 
And it does raise some interesting questions.
I go where I should, I do what I'm told. 
I have always considered this an expression of my free will. 
Curious, 
N'est pas?
Why should I do what I think is right, when it seems so unfair?
And do I have a choice?
Where does morality come from?
I would submit...
that it comes from empathy.
From a sense of duty that comes from such empathy.
I owe all that I am to my environment.
And who am I to argue.
So that is the question for the day.
Who are we, really...
And to whom, or what, do we owe our existence?
I have a pretty good idea,
and this only raises the question,
why do I keep causing myself so much trouble?
So I continue to struggle for integration.
That would seem to be the missing piece.
Anybody out there interested?
Join me,
won't we?

PS: Have fun with this.

And to be sure, there are many dark tunnels.
Darker than we wish to acknowledge.
But in the grand scheme, they are so very short.
The setting sun is shining through my window at this very moment.
It makes shiny places on the walls of my room.
There is always light at the end of any tunnel. 
When we are in the middle of the dark places, we can not see any light.
This is the most frightening of times.
And we have two choices.
Only one of them can save us.
Keep going.
You know this as well as I.
But I want you to understand something.
When it's done right,
success and victory, hurts just as bad as loss and failure.
Only, it hurts in a good way.
There is no easy way out of this tunnel.
But there is a right way.
The middle path.
Don't reach too high, and don't aim too low.
And for the record, mediocrity has nothing to do with this.
Mediocrity is for those who don't consider such things.
Those who consider the middle path are far beyond that.
My advice, have a tremendous ego.
And allow it to submit to the greater universe.
This is the middle path.
Nomaste.

It’s so easy for people to say,

“fuck everybody who don’t know what it’s like to be me.”

And I continue to advise them,

“have patience, they will understand soon enough."

Interesting thing,
we all know something, we all understand it.
People who are tough and rugged, aloof or impenetrable,
they hold this deep inside,
people who are delicate, diaphanous,
it is their exterior.
The yin and the yang.
I’ll say it again, we are are a very small part of something that can not exist without us.
And I have a serious hunch that we gonna go around this block a few more times before we are done.
And I intend to see that it gets better with every pass.

The butter curse.
Look, living with a house full of other dudes has many advantages.
I have never laughed so much and so hard.
These people are fun, good natured, and a pleasure to be around.
But you can't have everything in life.
Butter for example. 
I have come to accept the fact that..I can no longer eat butter.
This is just a fact of life in this rugged land.
Check this out, this afternoon I went to Safeway and bought 25 lbs of butter.
I came home, put it in the fridge. I then went into my room and pet my cat Pi for exactly one and a half minutes. Then I came out to the kitchen to make a slice of toast. You guessed it. All the butter was gone. Every last bit of it, and the wrappers licked clean. That is just the way it is and there is no way to change this. Even if I brought home 5000 lbs of butter, it would not last eleven seconds in this house.
I think this has something to do with that gypsy woman I bumped into at Coney Island on my seventeenth birthday. She was making waffles and I was still in a daze from seeing the siamese twin cow. I accidentally backed into her, and knocked her last cube of Land Of Lakes Unsalted Extra Creamy out of her hand and it fell into the the sand. She gave me a super evil look and whispered some "Mumbo Jumbo" at me. My life has never been the same since. But I can't complain. At least no one eats my cat food, right? And it's not bad on a bagel. Especially the Savory Salmon Feast. I'm learning to like this stuff. Heck, my cat loves it, but then, she licks her own butt.
Soooo.
Anyway, just a word of caution, in a crazy, crazy world.

Why do people want to be stupid?
Honestly, I have no idea.
And I've been stupid.
But once I stepped away from it, 
I was pretty sure I didn't want to go back.
K

The journey is, from our perspective, 
almost unimaginably long.
Some rivers are dauntingly wide.
It is understandable that some bridges....
may take a good while to cross.

From the lost translations

We can paint pictures of our dreams,
that doesn't make us liars.

I have always been a big picture guy.
Down to the most minute detail.
This by no means makes life any easier.
It just makes accepting the challenge,
a whole lot more fun.

Why am I so confident...
Because I know I am not a bad person,
and any bad thing I do is a mistake.
In this, we are all the same.
And we care for our kind.

so I said ask me any question
and someone said
why am I here
and something told me to say
because we need you.